Dear Dumb Diary

Naaah, Fuck this.

if she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her

My therapist asked me to tell her about you, and i wanted to tell her that you broke my heart. I wanted to tell her about the things you did, that made me so fucking mad. I wanted to tell her about the way you gave up on me, but instead, i told her that your eyes were the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen and about your hands, i told her about your laugh, about how you hated the way i lost my mind sometimes. I told her you were the best person i’d ever had the chance to meet, though few people realized that. I told her you were the only thing i thought about when one shot had turned into four and four had turned into ten. I told her about that time you said you loved me, and i told her that you made me feel pain in places i did not know existed. I told her your hair curled perfectly, and your voice made me feel like a child on christmas day. I told her i loved you. All of you. And i was thankful for the couple months you stayed.

Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.